08-14-2019, 02:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-16-2019, 01:32 PM by Alteripseity.)
Discord Id –
Alteripseity
Previous Characters –
N/A
Character Name –
Vox Chrysus
Character Race & Sub-Race –
Construct, Clockwork
V.O.X. CHRY5U5 (Voice Output Xenophone, model number CHRY5U5)
Alternate Graphic –
Exodus Overseer
Character Description –
Vox Chrysus consists of an oblong chassis which may be retrofitted with various materials such as bone, leather, and metal. Upon it is a gold plaque which reads, “Model No. CHRY5U5”. An interior compartment, accessible from beneath, can hold a sizable inventory in addition to projectile ammo for its range weapon system.
An optical sensory lens, situated in the middle of its frame, glows red when the unit is active. Upon replicating speech, a cacophony of voices and sounds, it flickers with each syllable made.
Beneath are two grappling pincers and a dangling stinger-like protrusion. The pincers open up, similar to hands, and are capable of utilizing tools and carrying equipment. The stinger is a hollow chamber with a simple bolt propulsion system. Gears pull and release a string's tension to fire a bolt, much like a crossbow.
Shard Plot Line –
Vox Chrysus’s primary function is to spread propaganda and recruit auxiliary forces, be they beast or man, for the Imperium Saecularuia. Sentient life must be enlightened and self-empowered; but, in order to do so the yoke of petty and cruel gods must be broken. Vox will actively participate in activities related to weakening the hold of gods upon regions and people: debate, persuasion, conversion, logistics, hosting events, and war.
Special Role-play Ability –
Vox Chrysus can reproduce and remix any sound it has ever recorded. This includes, but is not limited to speech, singing, music, combat, and sounds of nature. For example, it may mimic the voice of another person, the sounds of a marching army, and bird calls. *Chirp.*
Previous World –
There was once a utopia; a place of balanced clockworks, nature, magic, and fair gods. The people were kind, generous, and forgiving. The gods were pleased and complacent. It was their downfall. They were too trusting of an outworlder soliciting favorable trade and benefits on behalf of his yet unknown empire. Happily they constructed gates to allow travel between their worlds. They anticipated ambassadors, merchants, and scholars. They were not prepared for the Imperium Saecularuia invasion.
Backstory –
Travel between worlds poses a particular hazard for constructs of the V.O.X. make and model. The event triggers a sensory overload; too much to process all at once. It tends to leave more than a few screws loose. Thus it is essential the construct travel in hibernation mode and reboot upon arrival.
Carried from one world to another, Sanctuary, it is set down before a well kept man in neatly tailored clothing. Extending his grasping fingers, the man turns a key concealed behind a back panel.
‘BING-BING-BONG’ emanates with the reverb of a chiming clock and gong.
Gears within turn and begin to grind.
“History re-re-rev,” it speaks, its red lens flicking with each syllable, as it falls into a repeating loop. "Rev-rev-rev-rev..."
The operator drops his head and, "Marvelous little thing, aren’t cha?" escapes from him in a heavy sigh.
A swift boot to the chassis follows and the construct finds its track.
"History review.”
Situated behind the construct’s central red lens is connected crystal, one which is enchanted to retain memory. Within it come glimpses of a not too-distant past.
A workshop of gears and luminous crystals. An assembly line of magical hands all tasked with their own vital parts to play. Carts and warehouses. Then the void, darkness.
Light comes with the opening of a crate. Light comes with the view of a bannered city plaza. Light comes through mirthful laughter and exuberant music. Light comes from red portals opened by his current operator.
“All right all right allll riggght!" cheers the well dressed man.
Red turns the faces of those no longer laughing. Red turns the plaza grounds. Red turns the banners. Red is the color of the construct’s lens.
A snap of magic illuminates the air and the construct briefly takes on a red glow! Slowly it rises up from the ground as gears pick up with a thunderous noise! A steam whistle blows! A flash of light bursts from its red lens, which flickers again as it speaks.
"GOOOOOD EVENING EVERYBODY!" the construct beams, spinning around with a bob and weave. Its pincers snap excitedly about as the sound of heavenly harps play. "This is the lovely Vox, calling out to worlds anew! A better life awaits with the Imperium Saecularuia! Join us today!"
Alteripseity
Previous Characters –
N/A
Character Name –
Vox Chrysus
Character Race & Sub-Race –
Construct, Clockwork
V.O.X. CHRY5U5 (Voice Output Xenophone, model number CHRY5U5)
Alternate Graphic –
Exodus Overseer
Character Description –
Vox Chrysus consists of an oblong chassis which may be retrofitted with various materials such as bone, leather, and metal. Upon it is a gold plaque which reads, “Model No. CHRY5U5”. An interior compartment, accessible from beneath, can hold a sizable inventory in addition to projectile ammo for its range weapon system.
An optical sensory lens, situated in the middle of its frame, glows red when the unit is active. Upon replicating speech, a cacophony of voices and sounds, it flickers with each syllable made.
Beneath are two grappling pincers and a dangling stinger-like protrusion. The pincers open up, similar to hands, and are capable of utilizing tools and carrying equipment. The stinger is a hollow chamber with a simple bolt propulsion system. Gears pull and release a string's tension to fire a bolt, much like a crossbow.
Shard Plot Line –
Vox Chrysus’s primary function is to spread propaganda and recruit auxiliary forces, be they beast or man, for the Imperium Saecularuia. Sentient life must be enlightened and self-empowered; but, in order to do so the yoke of petty and cruel gods must be broken. Vox will actively participate in activities related to weakening the hold of gods upon regions and people: debate, persuasion, conversion, logistics, hosting events, and war.
Special Role-play Ability –
Vox Chrysus can reproduce and remix any sound it has ever recorded. This includes, but is not limited to speech, singing, music, combat, and sounds of nature. For example, it may mimic the voice of another person, the sounds of a marching army, and bird calls. *Chirp.*
Previous World –
There was once a utopia; a place of balanced clockworks, nature, magic, and fair gods. The people were kind, generous, and forgiving. The gods were pleased and complacent. It was their downfall. They were too trusting of an outworlder soliciting favorable trade and benefits on behalf of his yet unknown empire. Happily they constructed gates to allow travel between their worlds. They anticipated ambassadors, merchants, and scholars. They were not prepared for the Imperium Saecularuia invasion.
Backstory –
Travel between worlds poses a particular hazard for constructs of the V.O.X. make and model. The event triggers a sensory overload; too much to process all at once. It tends to leave more than a few screws loose. Thus it is essential the construct travel in hibernation mode and reboot upon arrival.
Carried from one world to another, Sanctuary, it is set down before a well kept man in neatly tailored clothing. Extending his grasping fingers, the man turns a key concealed behind a back panel.
‘BING-BING-BONG’ emanates with the reverb of a chiming clock and gong.
Gears within turn and begin to grind.
“History re-re-rev,” it speaks, its red lens flicking with each syllable, as it falls into a repeating loop. "Rev-rev-rev-rev..."
The operator drops his head and, "Marvelous little thing, aren’t cha?" escapes from him in a heavy sigh.
A swift boot to the chassis follows and the construct finds its track.
"History review.”
Situated behind the construct’s central red lens is connected crystal, one which is enchanted to retain memory. Within it come glimpses of a not too-distant past.
A workshop of gears and luminous crystals. An assembly line of magical hands all tasked with their own vital parts to play. Carts and warehouses. Then the void, darkness.
Light comes with the opening of a crate. Light comes with the view of a bannered city plaza. Light comes through mirthful laughter and exuberant music. Light comes from red portals opened by his current operator.
“All right all right allll riggght!" cheers the well dressed man.
Red turns the faces of those no longer laughing. Red turns the plaza grounds. Red turns the banners. Red is the color of the construct’s lens.
A snap of magic illuminates the air and the construct briefly takes on a red glow! Slowly it rises up from the ground as gears pick up with a thunderous noise! A steam whistle blows! A flash of light bursts from its red lens, which flickers again as it speaks.
"GOOOOOD EVENING EVERYBODY!" the construct beams, spinning around with a bob and weave. Its pincers snap excitedly about as the sound of heavenly harps play. "This is the lovely Vox, calling out to worlds anew! A better life awaits with the Imperium Saecularuia! Join us today!"
